Agoraphibia

Sunshine outside hits slick child tongues and reaches
for avalanchian appalachian styles that look good inside out-
where bees leave your face unstung,
my nose clear as the day it was formed,
empty fingernails
pulled
off.
The walls smile and sigh in syrup sticking to my hips
holding me
and upsetting my stomach, bubbles
of oxygen in my blood surface as words, alphabetti, spelling
orthodontist.
I can't see blue, I see magnolia.
I don't need clouds when I have swirls of paint.

Expanse of air.
Reaches out, hands me a bargain, I'm ugly.
Mock brickwork, dizzy wasps, regal leaves see me through glass,
they caught a fish a a-live a life- magnified- burned- died.

Grease keeps the old ticker going still when it's emptied of haemo-
glow-stick-inside. Dripping through, ironic filter,
gentle, don't-
tilt
her. Smashed rotten.

Moving film scenes take images and resurrect them,
they are blind and do not see me staring-
they love one another and I am not here-
they live all together and I am outside in here-
I would like to riot if it wouldn't itch to try.

Speak in tonsils to my cortex cerebelly just past the elbow,
it's ticklish after five-
come closer?
Because there is lighter fluid just here
and it's useful
to see natural light, receptors
might as well be velociraptors to irises asleep
clawing cutely
ripping past eyelashes to juicy jelly whites.
I like toys, but
create my new head
and I'll move.